If Buddha Played Guitar

Silversun Pickups - Three Seed

Remove a bullet from my head
Extracting over confidence
Hidden so easy to pretend
Too bad the rush was found again

I can see the pictures on the floor
Sketches of what was there before
Three came from one little seed
The last one is all i need

I can hear the bottle on the ground
We turned the corner safe and sound
No thought of him as it was done
A clean execution
A clean execution

Cool like the ocean
Burned like a summer home
Fooled by the notion
That the sums don’t add up at all

There’s the line that is leading clearly feeding all
The things I don’t believe in but i’ll step in once
Again
Cut in line to get closer to the source of all the
Things I’ll never belong to
Step it up and sign right in again

Cool like the ocean
Burned like a summer home
Fooled by the notion
That the sums don’t add up at all

Cool like the ocean
Burned like a summer home
Fooled by the notion
That the sums don’t add up at all
That the sums never add up at all
That the sums don’t add up at all…

“My femme fatale, my darling fraudulent angel, once caught her changing the batteries in her Halo”

P.O.S. - P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life

(If you calm down and just breathe and just breathe in and out)
(Whole lot better)
(If you calm down and just breathe and just breathe in and out)

It was buried under a flask and uh
Caught peekin’ from the bottom of a glass
All this nonsense, innocence, common sense, consequence
Indulgence in bourbon, this herb in Twin City kids
It’s disturbed
I look around and see the same shit from her
She could just sit silent, watch her life just pass by in a blur
Ain’t it funny?
We can sneak into our lives and just stir
Over the perfect things to say
And then just choke on the words

Everybody wanna be the next
Everybody wanna be in step
Everybody wanna fuck
Everybody want the consequence of playin’ the fence
Everybody’s got shit luck
Everybody wanna move to they own beat
Everybody wanna make a dent
Every girl is lookin’ for the next best thing
Every boy’s in love with his girl’s best friend
Everybody hates me
Everybody wanna fight
…
We can’t stand to look up at the sun
But can’t sleep in the moonlight
I’m right there wit ya
I’m shakin’ in my own skin
I got the clothes and the jaded grin
I’m at the bar or the coffee shop
But I don’t like drinkin’
And I fuckin’ hate coffee shops
I’m off to stop the world
flip it like a tilt-a-whirl
This ain’t amusement, Imma lose it
(two cents, two cents)
It was bullshit, uh
Got two cents but everybody seems to have the same change but can’t break my five up
Two cents, (yeah right) but can’t spend nothing if I’m holdin’ the cup, it’s like

If you calm down and just breathe, and just breathe in and out
You’ll feel a whole lot better, close your eyes
Disappear, if you can’t see them, then they can’t. see. you.
Right, close your eyes

I can never be what I wanna be
Nothin’ but a man
Nothin’s even inside of me
Nothin I can understand
If I try, and so I try
To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand

I can never be what I wanna be
Nothin’ but a man
Nothin’s even inside of me
Nothin I can understand
If I try, and so I try
To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand

This,
And It’s strange to think It might break
Scratch, Crack, Silence, This,
And It’s strange to think It might break
Scratch, Crack,

I
Live in the city, like any other
We all live alone
The only difference is we don’t seem to know it
Frozen and lonesome, When it’s cold
In the summer gotta wait for the loathing
Holding, our posture so low
And we drink so there’s not much worth noting
Strolling, so vacant, so shaken, so grown, so—god!—so mistaken
So broke, so, so complacent, so worn out, so worn out, so worn out
So full of doubt, so full of restraint
So full of that self-control, or the lack thereof
That we doubt the soul

If you go down and just breathe, and just breathe in and out
You’ll feel a whole lot better, close your eyes
Disappear, if you can’t see them, then they can’t. see. you.
Right, close your eyes

I can never be what I wanna be
Nothin’ but a man
Nothin’s even inside of me
Nothin I can understand
If I try, and so I try
To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand
(Right, close your eyes)

Kristoff Krane | Escape

In the beginning I could have been loved
But instead I was judged

In the beginning I could have been loved, but instead I was judged
For the man I become
Ran and I run. Laugh and I hug
Live under pressure and never give up
Huff and I puff but never enough to enter the center of that what I know is holding me down so open me now
Dig me a hole and follow me down
One for the angle, one for the slide
Two for the window, one for the lie
Three for the overwhelming and deforming as morning awakes and I open my eyes
I hope I survive and I know that I will
‘Cause I grow every time that I focus on dying
As I long as I make it right over this hill
There’ll be more time for me to start climbing
Playin’ it flat, live on the edge
I guess it’s not the end of the world, but I dig that hole
Like a miserable criminal stuck in a prison cell
So it will be difficult finding a window if I can believe in it I am so little, special, full of potential
Every petal I pluck, she loves me not
Escape

John Coltrane - Aisha